Anonymous - Julie

“You will write to her?” he asked anxiously. “Should the need arise, but I have never known it to, Monsieur,” I replied, at which he seemed much more comforted. He hesitated. He cleared his throat several times. He was evidently seized with an anxiety that I might then indicate the interview to be concluded. I had not the heart to do so, of course. He had journeyed for a purpose, and there was one other at least who would most benefit from it. I refer, my dear Henri, to Sylvia who you will recall has been so deliciously stirred by recent events here that she has been looking forward in the naughtiest possible manner to a visit from her uncle. He, by then, would have been discreetly introduced to his future pleasures with her were it not that his wife had decided to accompany him from England. I blame her not for keeping a watchful eye on him, though had he been but more adventurous then he could have brought her along as well. A pretty enough little orgy would then have ensued, I swear-or if I do not swear, then at the least I like to think that it might have done!

I dispensed wine to a calmer but still frustrated Arnold, who gave every appearance of being sufficiently manly to accommodate dear little Sylvia. “It is a pity, of course, that dear Maude was not here longer; there was no time at all to induct her in the major pleasures of life let alone the minor ones. She received but one birching, though was wilful and kicked overmuch. I would have wished to progress her as I have others. Sylvia, for instance.” I admit to letting my voice trail off mysteriously at this point. “Sylvia?” he exclaimed.

“You know her? Or perhaps Maude has written to you of her?” I riposted. His sudden exclamation, however, was occasioned merely by my mentioning what evidently struck him as a promising name. “Sadly, no,” he replied and gave me such a look as a spaniel might in seeking to be thrown another biscuit. “There is no harm to it if I introduce you, Monsieur,” I said and then conveyed to him in the most oblique manner Sylvia's disappointment at the failure of her uncle to appear. At this he brightened considerably, while, as for myself, a rather fetching idea had come to me so that to his vague surprise I clapped my hands. “Shall we play a little game on her, Monsieur? I feel for her disappointment as you no doubt do yourself. Promise that if I bring her in you will not utter a word but merely obey such invitations as I might offer to you?” “By Jove, yes!” he replied, as if the utterance of the name of a Greek god placed a benediction on the matter! I smiled at him winningly and rose. The opportunity was too good to miss, Henri. Would you not agree? Of course you would!

Cautioning him once again, I left him with the hint that he might meanwhile remove his jacket, and sought out Sylvia. Putting on such a straight face as I could, I then informed her that she had a surprise visitor in the shape of a man. “And a very eager one,” I added. “Oh!

My uncle! He has come?” she replied eagerly, but I-not wishing to be caught out in a fib-merely placed my finger to my lips as though to caution tact. “Not having saddled you before, my pet, he is a little shy at the prospect-at first, that is-of meeting your eyes while he unveils his weapon for your pleasure. Be not too hard on him for this. It is in many senses a compliment to your winsome ways,” I told her glibly while she, all in a wonder and a-tremble, waited. “The sheer delight of finding his cock up your succulent cunny will soon cure him of his shyness, Sylvia, but for the nonce I shall lead you to him blindfolded. We shall play some pretty tricks together and then-presenting your bottom to him just as you saw Blanche do the other day-you will receive his benediction in the form of a very manly prick. Well?” “Oh, Madam, yes!” She knew not whether to cry or to laugh with tremulous excitement. “Come, then,” I urged and took her along to my study, having obtained a piece of black velvet cloth with which to bind her eyes. With Sylvia thus blinded and groping around a little in her nervousness, I led her in to Maude's Papa, who had already taken the unseemly step, I noticed, of unbuttoning the top of his trousers. Our eyes met over Sylvia's shoulders as I held her steady. His own burned into mine in hope. My own responded in good measure. “Here is your sweet charmer, Monsieur. I have explained the circumstance to her and all is well. Once you have both worked yourselves up to pleasure, there will be no need for dissimulation.

You have dreamed long, I know, of the thighs, titties, cunny and bottom that are about to be unveiled to you. Sylvia in turn has had so many girlish fancies for the feel of your cock that she will more than warmly offer up both her cunny and her bottomhole to you-will you not, darling?” I asked Sylvia softly. Her reply was merely gurgled, for at that moment I, moving beside her, raised her chin and brought her sweet mouth up to mine while at the same time I fumbled up her skirt as slowly as I could, bringing first her rounded knees and then the pale splendour of her thighs into view, the lustrous, smooth skin contrasting brilliantly with the black silk of her stockings. “Come, Sylvia, let him see your treasure pot,” I murmured against her mouth.

Less bold now than she had been with me in private, her hands trembled as she assisted the raising of her skirt to her hips and then with rather pretty hesitancy began to push her frilly drawers down beyond the slight curve of her white belly until the curls of her pussy came to view. Monsieur, of course, grew more bold himself at that and immediately unbuttoned himself further in anticipation of the delicious act and produced an extremely virile-looking prick, whose rubicund head gleamed in the afternoon sunlight that fell in shafts through the window. To his surprise I then motioned him to step much further back, for I wished to whisper to Sylvia. Bringing my lips to her ear, I murmured, “He wishes you to act as might a naughty girl who does not want to let him do it to you. Shall we play a game? I shall tie your wrists behind your back?” There was but a moment's hesitancy, but then Sylvia nodded. Prepared as I am for all contingencies, I left her standing like the minx she is, procured a piece of cord from a drawer in my desk and bound her wrists in front of her. You will see in a moment why I did not tie them behind her back, dear Henri. Then, as any recalcitrant young Miss might be taken, I led her to my desk and bade her bend over it. Hobbled as Sylvia was by her drooping drawers, I bent and drew them off her ankles-all this to the great pleasure of Monsieur, who was clearly on tiptoe to begin and whose cock waggled enormously. “Now, Monsieur, you will see how one deals with naughty girls who will not make an offering, as I call it-that is, to show their bare bottoms.” At this, dear Sylvia-who had had long seconds to think about the matter-took her cue and cried out, “No, I do not wish him to! It will be naughty-no!” I, standing by her side, tucked up her skirt waist-high and afforded her naked derriere such a smack as I knew she would respond to gallantly.

Indeed, she did! A little squeal escaped her, her hips wriggled and her feet shuffled apart the better to display the soft pouch of her quim. “It is time, my pet, that you were put to the cock. How old are you? Eighteen! My goodness, you are a year or two late already,” I apprised her all in the spirit of our private game. “What naughty words you use! How horrid you are! Oh, Mama!” sobbed Sylvia most realistically. Indeed, she will make an adorable little actress in the private plays we intend to put on at your house sometime, Henri!

Arnold by then had begun to edge forward, but I motioned him to stop.

''Patience, my friend, I must warm her bottom well first for what it is to receive,” said I, giving him thereby the best hint that I could of the route he was to take. With that I afforded Sylvia another sharp smack, and another. She screeched out thinly while Arnold's eyes positively glowed at the sight of the imprints left by my splayed fingers on her luscious young derriere-pink to white-strawberries and cream! “No, please, I don't want to! You mustn't let him! I shall tell Mama!” sobbed Sylvia, though not a tear would have glinted in her eyes. “You will not,” I responded for the benefit of Arnold, “And the reason you will not, my little dear, is that you are about to surprise yourself by enjoying what you receive-to wit, the manly cock and sperm. His balls are swollen for you now-or shall you have another smack…like this, like this, like this?” “Hoo-hooo!” responded Sylvia to every one, though I knew her in her heart (and not to say her bottom as well!) to be enjoying it. Treading softly across to her waiting stallion, I then took hold of his upstanding prick and murmured softly to him, “This, Monsieur, is how you must handle Maude-wrists bound, and smacked to warm her to the task. Be not afeared, she will say nothing once she has received your sperm.”